A Very Special Boy
by FerryBoatss
Summary: Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton never pictured themselves as the type of people to have a family, let alone a son. A very special son to be exact.
1. chapter 1

**Authors Note: This is my first Avengers story, so any feedback(positive and negative) and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated so I can make this story even better.**

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers

After the New York battle, all the Avengers decided to live together. They each had their own floor in Stark Tower. Over the next year, the Avengers noticed Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff growing closer 'till the point where anyone who saw them together would think that they were in a relationship. As much as they tried to hide the fact that they were together, Clint and Natasha lived in a tower full of superheroes and spies.

What the others didn't know was that after a little over two years of "dating" Clint and Natasha had escaped the tower on a quiet afternoon and walked down to city hall where they signed the papers and had their little secret wedding. It took them awhile, but eventually, they came to the agreement to tell the rest of the Avengers. It was no shock to either of them that when they told the other Avengers, they were bombarded by congratulations and smiles, even a, "I knew you two were together all along" from Tony.

Now that their secret was out they didn't have to walk around on eggshells around the other Avengers. They could be happy together- happily married in front of the others. What did come as a shock though was what happened no more than two months after they told the others.

Natasha stood leaning against the bathroom sink. She nervously drummed her fingers against the cold countertop. She glanced down at her phone. Bright numbers of the timer flashed back at her, 1:03 they read. One minute. In one minute Natasha would confirm what she already expected, but wasn't ready to believe. She drummed her fingers to the rhythm of second ticking away. When the timer finally beeped she took a shaky breath and flipped over the small plastic stick. Natasha's heartbeat quicken as she saw the two faint lines appearing on the little screen. She slid to the floor with the test in her hand. As much as she didn't think it was possible the nausea, fatigue, headaches all pointed to this: pregnant. After what the Red Room had done to her she knew it was next to impossible for her to get pregnant, yet here she was on her and Clint's bathroom floor with a positive pregnancy test in her hand.

After the initial shock wore off a new feeling set in. Fear. First, the nerves started in her stomach making her take deep shaking breaths in order to fight the urge to throw up. That feeling crept up her spine and her hands started to shake. Natasha's head was spinning, she couldn't think straight. How could this have happened? This wasn't supposed to happen. She was an assassin, she and her husband killed people for a living. How were they supposed to be parents, let alone good ones? Did she even want this baby? Did Clint? The question buzzed around her head making her dizzy. Somehow she made it to the bed she shared with Clint and fell asleep.

When she woke up it took her a moment to remember what happened. Then it all came rushing back to her, hitting her at full force like a bullet. Bullets, the thing she used every day to fight the bad guys. Babies shouldn't be around bullets she thought. Natasha rolled over and glanced at the clock on her bedside table. The clock told her it was only 6:30 pm, despite the dark New York sky outside her window. She slowly sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Standing alone in her room she had no idea what to do next. After the minutes ticked away, Natasha decided that home pregnancy tests can be wrong, even though she was almost sure it wasn't. Natasha got dressed in clean clothes and drove to a clinic half an hour away. In the car, Natasha kept going over everything in her head. None of it added up, yet at the same time, it all made sense. As she walked towards the clinic she felt totally lost and alone in this big world full of people.

After checking in with the nurse at the front desk Natasha sat down on the couch at the far end of the room to fill out some forms. Staring down at the page she had no clue how to answer some of the questions staring back at her. Name. That one was easy enough: Natasha Romanoff. The next few questions were easy enough, date of birth, address, insurance. As she flipped the page she found it harder to answer the questions. Job- classified, past injuries- too many to count, past surgeries-. She left that one blank, unsure how to answer it. After what felt like hours a nurse called out her name. She stood and followed the nurse down the hallway into an examination room. The nurse asked her basic questions about her health and then took her vitals. As the door closed behind the nurse Natasha looked around the room at the walls, they were painted a soft color as if it were designed to calm someone's fears. For Natasha, it only reminded her of her fears.

A little more waiting and a doctor appeared. She introduced herself as Dr. Ramos. She smiled as she greeted Natasha, but her brow furrowed as she read Natasha's paperwork. After going over the same questions and answers that she had told the nurse earlier Dr. Ramos looked at Natasha and signed. "It says here that your job is classified, you've been injured too many times to count and you left the question about past surgeries blank," the doctor. stated clearly. After a deep inhale and exhale Natasha readied herself for the conversation that was about to follow. "I can't talk about my job. As for the injuries I've been shot, broken bones. The scars and bruises tell most of the stories. It comes with the job," Natasha answered truthfully, "The thing about the surgery is that when I was younger I had a surgery performed that was supposed to sterilize me, it left me with a lot of scaring, yet here I am, possibly pregnant so…" The doctor. nodded in understanding. "For today we'll draw blood to confirm the pregnancy and do an ultrasound to see what we're dealing with," Dr. Ramos said. Natasha only nodded her head as the doctor. gathered the supplies to draw her blood. Natasha closed her eyes she the doctor. inserted the needle. Natasha could deal with pain, but there was something about needles that still scared her, they brought her back to her time in the Red Room.

When Dr. Ramos had finished she handed the blood off to a nurse who took it to the lab. "Now that that's over with I wanna do an ultrasound to see what we are dealing with. You mentioned some scarring earlier," she said as she pulled an ultrasound machine over to the side of the bed. Natasha lifted up her shirt and waited for the cold gel to follow. As the cool gel touched her skin it caused her to inhale sharply and she turned her head to look at the screen. Dr. Ramos started the ultrasound pointing out various things on the screen. Natasha wasn't really listening though. She was thinking back to the Red Room and her graduation ceremony. The memories flashed across her mind, each one drawing Natasha deeper and deeper into her thoughts. "I see what you mean about the scarring," Dr. Ramos said pointing to something on the screen, drawing Natasha back into the moment, "If you look over here you can see that little dark spot" Natasha looked at where the doctor was pointing. "That's your baby," Dr. Ramos confirmed. The doctor mentioned something about her blood work and not really needing it to confirm the pregnancy, but she wasn't listening. The fear set in again as she stared at the screen. That was her baby. Her and Clint's baby. "By the looks of it, I would say you're around eight weeks pregnant which would put your due date around the second week of October," Dr. Ramos said. Natasha nodded. "How much time do I have to decide whether or not I want to keep it," Natasha asked in a small voice. "The State is New York slows abortions up to 18 weeks. There are other options. But yes, you have some time to decide," Dr. Ramos offered, "but I just want to let you know that the state does require you to talk to a counselor and review your options if you do decide to go ahead with an abortion." Natasha nodded her head in thanks.

She head was swimming with questions and thoughts and concerns. The doctor was talking about prenatal vitamins and more check-ups and talking with her primary care doctor. It was all too much for her at the moment. After getting the prescription filled at the pharmacy down that hall, Natasha thanked the nurse on her way out and walked to her car. She sat in her car for at least 20 minutes before actually putting the key in the ignition and starting the car. Natasha had the intention of driving back to Stark Tower but instead found herself driving aimlessly through the streets of New York. After driving around for an hour or so she pulled over and went into a coffee shop. She ordered a cup of decaf coffee and then found a seat in a big chair next to the window. Looking out at the busy streets with all the people going different places. All the people who are good, mixed in with the bad people. The world was such a mess, Natasha wished she could be swallowed up by the chair she was sitting in. The world was a scary place, full of bad people who want to hurt her, who want to hurt Clint. Bad people in the world who would want to hurt their family and their baby.

As Natasha sat there and thought she decided that she couldn't make this decision by herself. She would tell Clint tomorrow, but for now, she was exhausted and overwhelmed.She got back into her car and drove back to Stark Tower. The elevator ride was uneventful, a casual exchange of hellos between her and Bruce Banner. After she got to her floor she walked to her bedroom, changed and fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, she heard the sound of breathing next to her. Natasha's brain immediately went to the worst case scenario, she reached down her hand hovering above her gun. Then as the sleep cleared from her head she rolled over and saw Clint fast asleep next to her. She let out a deep sigh of relief. As Natasha just sat in bed, she grew anxious and impatient. She needed to talk with Clint and she needed to talk now. Natasha grabbed his arm and shook him awake. As he rolled towards her their gazes met. Clint couldn't tell exactly what was wrong but he knew something was up. There was a look in her eyes, a look that said, "We need to talk."


	2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

 **Authors Note: Part 2 is here!!! Thank you so much for the people who read and reviewed the first chapter. Feel free to leave any comments and constructive criticism! Thanks!!**

"We need to talk", the words cut like daggers across Natasha's eyes. Clint sat up, rubbing a hand over his face in a failed attempt to prepare him for what would happen next. Natasha sat up and leaned against the pillows. Her gun was still clutched in her hand, although it was hidden under the blanket. They sat there in silence for a few minutes until she took a couple rattling breaths and looked towards her husband.

Clint faced his wife head-on, wondering what was going through her head. What could she possibly be thinking that caused her to look so scared and so lost. Clint watched as Natasha readied herself for what she was about to say. He could tell she was still holding her gun, something she only did when she was scared to let her guard down. Something that rarely happened when they were together.

"Clint", she started "I'm pregnant," she finished. The words tumbled out of her mouth like a never-ending chain. Clint studied her for a moment before deciding how to proceed. He knew how scared Natasha was at that moment, how she desperately needed to know what to do next. All he could think of was to hug her. Clint pulled Natasha into his side, wrapping his strong arms around her stoic body. He held her close, feeling every shuddering breath that escaped her lips. They sat there in silence, Natasha clinging to Clint, and Clint holding her like it was only them in the world. After they sat like that for close to an hour Clint looked down at Natasha and saw there were tear streaks down her cheeks but her face was emotionless. He sat up and propped Natasha against the pillows. "What do you want to do?" Clint asked the assassin. He knew that his wife was scared out of her mind, he also knew that he would be there to support her no matter what her decision was. They were a team, and teammates support each other no matter what.

Natasha slowly turned her head to meet her husband's. She knew that he would support her decision, but she didn't even know what her decision was. "I don't know what I want to do Clint," she said, avoiding her husband's gaze, worried about what his reaction to her non-decision decision would be. "That's okay 'Tasha. It's okay to not know what you want to do yet. How about we take some time off, we can go to the doctors together, see what we're dealing with, and then you can decide. How does that sound?" the archer asked calmly. Natasha only nodded her head in response.

Now that he knew what was troubling Natasha, and they had a plan, he got out of bed and set off down the hall to the kitchen to make breakfast. As he stood at the stove stirring a pot of oatmeal, Clint couldn't help but have a small inkling of hope that he would get to be a father in the next few months. Realizing what he was thinking, he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind and refocused his attention to the breakfast he was about to burn. Clint knew that it was Natasha's ultimate decision, and whatever she decided would be right for both of them.

After breakfast and their daily workout session, Clint and Natasha left Stark Tower and headed back to the clinic Natasha had visited less than a day before. The car was silent with only the sound of the tires on the road for noise. Natasha rested her head on the cold window. Her red curls falling between her ear and the window. There were too many thoughts running through her head to concentrate on just one of them, so instead, she fixed her gaze on white lines dividing the road. She watched as the car sped down the highway, eating up those perfect white lines as it went. The road stretched on and on, the car eating up the white lines as it drove on the seemingly endless road. Finally, the car pulled into the clinic parking lot and a stopped altogether. Natasha sat up and glanced over at Clint before stepping out of the car.

The cold air hit her face and caused her to take a sharp inhale. The cold air rushed into her lungs and was replaced by hot steam as she exhaled. Walking around to the front of the car she reached for Clint's hand and together they walked through the clinic door. Natasha walked over to the front desk with Clint following right behind her. "Hi, I was here yesterday, but I was wondering if Dr. Ramos had any available appointments right now," Natasha asked the nurse politely. The nurse glanced down at her computer, "It just so happens that she is free right now. I'll page her and she should be here in a couple minutes." Natasha nodded her head in thanks and then went to sit down next to her husband. She rested her head on his shoulder and felt him wrap his strong arm around her shoulder.

They sat there for just a few minutes before Dr. Ramos came to the waiting area causing Natasha and Clint to stand up. They followed her down the hall to an exam room, not unlike the one Natasha had been in only yesterday. This room was a little bigger, but the walls were the same fear-easing color. Natasha sat on the exam bed with Clint standing protectively next to her. Dr. Ramos sat in a chair near Natasha and she started to explain everything. Natasha told her doctor how she told Clint and together they had decided to come back. What Natasha hadn't told Clint was that she was drowning in fear. The pain that was hiding behind a mask on Natasha was clearly visible on Clint's face as he listened to his wife pour all her fears about parenthood out to the doctor.

Dr. Ramos sat quietly and listened as her patient gave into the quiet and told all of her fears. She could tell that Natasha Romanoff was a very guarded person and didn't open up to just anyone. When she finished Dr. Ramos looked between the two somewhat intimidating people in the room. "I hear how scared you are," she looked directly at Natasha not wanting to invalidate her emotions and fears, "so we are gonna do some tests, ultrasounds and find out everything possible about this pregnancy and we'll go from there," she added with a questioning tone hinting on her last words. She saw Natasha nod, but the way she fiddled with an arrow necklace didn't go unnoticed. The doctor stood to pull the ultrasound machine over, as she did so the saw Natasha mutter something to the man standing next to her, he had been introduced as Clint, and the doctor couldn't figure out what their story was.

As the doctor started the ultrasound Natasha looked away from the screen and instead focused her eyes on a scar cutting down the corner of her husband's shoulder. She remembered that mission with a small smile stretching across her face. They were on a mission together and Coulson was yelling at them through their earpiece to stay safe. They were in the middle of a war zone, on a mission to destroy an enemy base. They were walking through back allies to stay off the main roads. That plan failed however when rubble and dust started to pour down around them as a building collapse. They sprinted out of the alley and across the street, but not before a jagged rock could tear a long gash through Clint's shoulder. The wound had healed after a few weeks, but a long white scar was left in its wake. Natasha smiled at the memory, thinking back to how after they got back to the Helicarrier Clint asked Natasha out on their first date.

The sound of the doctor's words drew her back into the fear-filled reality she was living in at that moment. "As I told Natasha there is a considerable amount of scarring across her uterus. This does pose some risks to any pregnancy she may have now or in the future," Dr. Ramos said directing her attention to Clint who hadn't heard this already, "the scarring, and damage puts you at a high risk for a miscarriage, preterm labor, preeclampsia, and more complications." Natasha looked back at the doctor trying to hide the fear that those words wrote across her expression. "If you do decide to carry this pregnancy to term that would mean frequent checkups and ultrasounds, no strenuous activity, and no difficult workload." Natasha looked up at her husband a silent question reflected in both their eyes. "It's your decision, Nat. Do you want to have this baby and be a mother?" Clint asked a silent prayer of hope for becoming a father lingered at the forefront of his mind.

Natasha looked to the doctor who understood the message and quietly left the room so that the two remaining people could talk. "I was never supposed to be able to get pregnant. The Red Room made sure of that, at least I thought they did," she whispered in a voice almost to quiet for Clint to her from where he sat across from his wife. "I know Nat, but the Red Room is in the past, they can't open those memories again." he offered in a desperate attempt to draw Natasha out of her past horrors. "I was never supposed to be able to have a baby at all," she repeated, "but now we're here and I don't know if I will ever have this chance again. I want to be a mom, but I'm not built for that Clint. I'm built to kill. My ledger is dripping in red, what if I can't cover up my past enough to keep this baby safe?" "Natasha Alianova Romanova, you are not the only one who has hurt in the past. You are not the only one who had a messed up childhood. You are not the only one who is scared. We both have a bad track record, but we both need to heal." Clint stared at his wife, understanding, and determination written across every feature. "What if I can't love our child?" Natasha asked more to herself than to her husband. "You once told me that love is for children, and you learned to love me," Clint answered without skipping a beat. Natasha nodded her head in understanding. They sat in silence for a few more minutes until Dr. Ramos returned. She sat down opposite the two. "I'm gonna keep the baby," Natasha said, tightening her grip on her husband's hand. "Okay," the doctor said. "Okay," responded Natasha, world-famous assassin.


	3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

 **Authors Note:** Here we go, chapter 3. Let me know what you think in the comments.

 **Disclaimer:** I still don't own the Avengers

The doctor talked, and they listened. They took in every movement of the doctor's lips and absorbed every word she explained. The dos and don'ts, the fears and milestones. Dr. Ramos tried in her best efforts to ease the ever-growing list of fears from the expectant parents. After they sat and listened to the doctor they agreed that Dr. Ramos would be Natasha's doctor from now on. They made another appointment for a few weeks after and then left the building. Clint and Natasha climbed into the car. Natasha leaned her head against the window, although this time she thought about all the ways she would protect her baby. Clint looked over and smiled at his beautiful wife. They recognized each other's fears, flaws, and nightmares, that's what made them the best team.

When they arrived back at Stark Tower they agreed not to tell anyone until Natasha was past her first trimester. Knowing that they lived surrounded by geniuses, scientists, and spies someone was bound to figure it out before then though. They rode the elevator in silence listening to the ding of other floors passing and then disappearing into the darkness below. When the doors opened onto their floor Natasha walked straight to their bedroom and fell asleep. Clint walked in some time later and saw his wife sound asleep, standing there he thought back to when he met her. He was sent to kill the infamous Black Widow, but saw the hurt in her and chose to help her. After years of being partners, they became best friends who knew each other's every fear and hope. From where Clint stood in the doorway she could see Natasha's fears radiating off her, but he could also see a faint smile of hope tinted on the edge of her smile.

As the weeks past they developed a routine: wake up, hold Natasha's hair back as she threw up stuff she didn't remember ever eating, get dressed, eat breakfast, sit with the other Avengers and come up with excuses as to why all Natasha ate was bland, and coincidentally less nutritious food. Their teammates all had their own suspicions, neither of them brave enough to confront the deadly duo. Steve caught onto the fact that Natasha had stopped sparing and taken up to spending her sparing time in the shooting time. Natasha with a gun in the shooting range wasn't an unusual sight, seeing her stand there for an hour on end, going through magazine after the magazine was a little unnerving.

After a week and a half of this routine, Steve decided to check in with his favorite sparring partner. "Hey Tasha, wanna do some drills on the mats with me?" he asked tentatively. "Not today soldier boy. Can't you see I'm a little busy?" she shot back. Natasha Romanoff was known for her snarky attitude at times, but never in all the years he had known her had she ever turned down the chance to spar because she was "busy." Steve let it go for the first couple of weeks, but by the third week, he had had enough. "Come on Tasha. I know you're not that busy. I mean your an assassin who works for S.H.I.E.L.D, what could possibly keep you so occupied to the point where you can't take thirty minutes out of your "busy" day to train with your friend?" he practically shouted at her. He didn't mean for it to come out that way, it was just so aggravating that his friend wouldn't talk to him, let him in and tell him what was going on. Steve wished he could go back to just second before and take back what he had said. It wasn't that he didn't respect the Black Widow's privacy, he wanted to help his friend.

The look on Natasha's face told two very different stories. On one hand, her face was blazing with anger and frustration. Underneath the fiery eyes, Steve could see the pain and fear that reflected in her dark round eyes. Natasha took a couple steadying breaths before walking over to the couch set facing the New York skyline. She sat down and waited for Steve to follow. It took him a moment to understand what she wanted, but soon he instinctively sat down a few feet away from her. They sat in silence staring at the skyscrapers and cloudy sky. Natasha finally broke the silence, she looked at Steve, then at her hands, and finally rested her gaze out the floor to ceiling window. "I like you, Steve. You're my friend and teammate, we look out for each other. I don't always like keeping secret from you and the rest of the team, but I just feel like I have to do this on my own, at least for right now. I have to understand what I'm doing, why I'm doing this. I have to face my fears," she started. "I care about you too Tasha, but what-," Natasha cut him off. "I'm pregnant Steve. I'm pregnant and scared. Scared of this whole situation. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't understand how I of all people were supposed to be a mother. My ledger is dripping with red. I have more enemies than I have friends. Our world is a scary, scary place and I'm scared to live in it." Steve stared at his friend, the person he trusted with his life.

They didn't need to speak. Their presence with each other was enough to offer more comfort than words ever could. Steve slid closer to Natasha and pulled her into his strong, super soldier arms. At that moment they weren't Black Widow and Captain America. They weren't master assassins and super soldiers. They were people, friends, teammates, but most of all they were people who understood the fear that they each felt. The world was a scary, scary place, and they were thrown right into the center of it. Steve and Natasha sat there on the couch, each silently crying. Steve cried for his friend who felt so lost and afraid. Natasha cried for her fears and for the promise that she would do whatever she could to protect her baby from the true reality of their scary, scary world. As they sat and cried silent tears, rain joined the gray sky. Even the world was crying.


	4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

After her encounter with Steve, Natasha was more open to her friend about what was going through her head. She was still scared and unwilling to let the whole team in on the details of her life. The only people who knew were her, Steve, Dr. Ramos, and Clint. She and Clint were like a well-oiled machine, they spoke with their eyes, exchanging silent touches of comfort and ease to each other fears. As the weeks past, Natasha grew anxious, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Both her and Clint knew there was a high risk of a miscarriage, they knew they weren't off the hook. They were wandering blindly through the dark, waiting for a light that may or may not come.

Once Natasha past her first trimester they decided it was time to tell the man in charge. Natasha sat at the counter, staring into space as she slowly stirred the spoon in her cereal bowl. Clint came up from behind her and snaked his arms around her shoulders pulling her back into his embrace. Natasha jumped at the sudden connect, but relaxed into his arms once she registered who it was. They were both nervous about talking to Fury. He was their boss and they were two of his best agents. They knew he would be mad, even furious that one of his agents was out of the field for the next half a year, and her partner in crime was on limited time. "It'll be okay Nat. He's our friend, and even if he is mad at first, he still cares about you," Clint tried. Natasha gave a half nod in understanding, but deep down she was more scared about one of her only friends, and one of the people on the very short list of people she trusted. She was scared that she would distance herself and lose Nicholas Fury as a part of her support.

Natasha sat in silence while Clint ate breakfast. The clock ticked the seconds away, slowly counting down the minutes until they were walking into the office of the man who could put them out of a job in seconds. They both liked Fury, he was their friend and they trusted him, how bad could the meeting really go?

Half an hour later they were walking through the halls of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the direction of Fury's office. Through the doorway and sitting on the couch in the back of his office they waited. Natasha had just started to wonder if he was even coming when she felt someone watching her from the doorway. Looking up, sure enough, Nicholas Fury stood with his gaze rested on her and Clint. He crossed the room and sat down opposite them in a chair. The way they were all sitting mad it feel more like a casual get together of friends, rather than a conversation that would change their lives for a long time, if not forever.

"Barton, Romanoff. Why are we sitting here?" Fury addressed them. Natasha looked at her boss, the man who had seen a broken shell of a person and given her a second chance, her friend. She then glanced at her husband as if willing him to show her that everything would be okay. "I'm pregnant. Sir," Natasha said looking down at her hands, twisting them in her lap.

She tuned out all the noise after the first few minutes of Fury yelling and going on and on in a directionless rant. When he finally stopped yelling Nick Fury glanced up at two of his best agents, "congratulations." Nick Fury had the ability to switch directions and change topics faster than a snap. This was one of those days where he was yelling at them for getting pregnant one minute and congratulating them the next.

Natasha shifted in her seat uncomfortably as she explained that she was already pulled from the field on her doctor's orders. It wasn't that she wasn't comfortable talking with her boss, after all, Nick Fury had become a father figure, mentor, and best friend all rolled into one over the years. It was more that this was one of the first steps to her recognizing her pregnancy and that this was actually happening. Fury sat and listened to the Black Widow, while his eyes darted between her and her husband.

After an hour of discussing what Natasha would continue to do in the next few months, Fury led them to the door. As they were leaving Fury whispered in Natasha's ear, "I'm proud of you and I know how scared you are so my doors always open Widow." He turned to Clint and looked him right in the eyes. Clint couldn't help but remember the last time Fury looked at them was right after they told him that they had gotten married. "You better take care of her. Show her that even though there is so much fear, there are things to look forward to also," Fury whispered in his ear and swiftly shut the door behind his agents.

As they were driving back from their meeting Clint sat in the driver's seat, holding Natsu's hand in his next to the gear. He subconsciously rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand as he drove on the silent highway. Natasha glanced out the window at the scenery flashing by. She couldn't help but think about all the people in the world who went about their lives without giving the evils of the world a second thought. For the sake of her unborn baby, she wished she could be one of those people. The people who lived their lives in a kind of welcoming darkness.


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